Its not about us forgetting the cops that aided and now we all hate cops. Its about the lives lost. All the first responders that assisted, nit just the cops. Its about those we lost in the war that followed. Its about remembering the brothers,sisters mothers, fathers, children, aunts, uncles, and friends lost.
Its about remembering the heartache that happened and how people came together.
Its not about muslims. Its not about Democrat vs republicans or if bush knew or not.
Its about a historical event that we lived through. That is now taught as a historical event is history class.
To those we lost, rest in peace. To those who suffer with physical or mental wounds, you are loved and your story matters To those that helped save others and died, you died a hero. To those that helped save people and are still here, you are a hero. To those whose lost loved ones, my heart goes out to you because this yearly reminder is not fair.
I was in school. I was in first grade. And i hope nothing like that day and the days that followed ever happen again.
I was 14 when I walked in and found my father dead in his bed.
I was 14 when my world changed forever.
I was 14 when I gave up God. I was 14 when I realized I had basically no one in my corner anymore.
I was a child. I not only lost my dad, my only parent. But I was a child and found my dad dead.
You see lots of people lose their parents, even when they are still a child. Some handle it well other do not.
The one thing that is important here– YOU DO NOT GET TO DECIDED HOW A TRAUMA IMPACTS SOMEONE ELSE. YOU DO NOT GET TO DECIDE WHEN A PERSON SHOULD MOVE ON OR GET OVER THAT LOSS BECAUSE OTHERS DEAL WITH IT TOO.
They will handle it when the time comes. I am now 25 and just in the last year began to process it all. That is eleven years for me.